Among communists and whores
Our adventures in USA where coming to an
end after having performed as drag queens in New York and as cowboys in Texas.
This is the last chapter in which we got close to prostitutes in the Caribbean
and got arrested by the communist police in Cuba.
A random town
Boca Chica is the name of a Caribbean tourist-town to which
men from all over the world travel to buy sex from young local beauties. But we
didn't know this, when we arrived there late at night. The sight then caught us
by surprise. We had decided that the last stop on our tour should have
been Haiti, where we would have
sought the voodoo-environments and the black magic rituals. But warnings from
both the Danish Embassy and the Danish writer Jørgen Leth, who lives in Haiti
made us change our mind – the country was in that period too dangerous to visit
because of a civil war.
Instead we landed one night in Santa Domingo in The Dominic
Republic, where we without knowing anything about the country took a cap to a
random town. Of course we wanted to check out the local life, and here we got
ourselves quite an experience: We had barely left the hotel before we were
accosted by beautiful, local girls, who send us long, hot looks. Off course we
were flattered, but when this continued, we started to doubt their intentions.
A nice local guy invited us into a bar, that turned out to be stuffed with gorgeous,
brown girls and a few sweaty, old Europeans. The girls started competing
about getting to bed with us, In other words we ended up in a big burlesque
house – the Caribbean answer to sex tourism. And the nice, local guy we had met
turned out to be a pimp and a drug-dealer, - one of many in this place.
A lock on the zipper
Safely back in our room we started thinking. We could
choose to look at these people with contempt and do nothing more about this.
But on the other hand our concept with The Smiling Fairytales Society is that
everyone is equal and that everyone needs to smile ones in a while. So we chose
to believe that these women contained more than their way of looking at men as
a way to finance their cocaine abuse – this was something that every one of
them turned out to bee addicted to.
When we returned the following night, we
were prepared. To the girls big surprise and joke we turned them down literally
by putting big locks on our zippers in our pants. When we started entertaining
them with small jokes and gags, they completely changed and acted like small
children having fun. It was a new experience for them that tourists didn't want
their bodies but instead gave something to them. This meant that the girls
shortly afterwards stopped seeing us as potential clients but more as friends.
When other women tried to catch our attention, they were quickly sent away with
the explanation, that we were not objects to any kind of sex-sale. It was such
a fun sight, when the girls negotiated with other men, while they cuddled a
balloon animal, that Jesper had made for them. At some point it almost was the
end of some balloon animals, when the girls got so eager, that they almost
fought about them.
